The Day the Girdle Came Off

No I am not making this story up, I actually graced the LasVegas public with all my jelly sans suffocation device. You see what had happened was ( I know you all like it when I speak like a 14 yr old hood rat) I had a fabulous weekend sprinkled with buckets of  pasta and doused with a crapload of sugar. This was totally my fault not my fault, you see I attended the Latina Lifestyle Conference which decided it was a good idea to feed us all this great food by these wonderful restaurants ( for example Bucca di Peppo and Bacio) and of course this fluff ass right here has no sense and decides to shove her face nibble on pasta and cake for like 3 days straight.

The end result being: I couldn't breathe in my girdle...and since I'm okay with wearing blue, but not okay with looking blue....I said a prayer to the fluffy gods that one of my rolls would not accidentally suffocate some poor blogger while they came up for a hug and autograph of yours truly and decided I would pretend I was just that cool I did not need to wear a organ smasher girdle.

And Guess what happened? I killed a bitch.........just kidding. Actually, I became a runway model (in my head).You see the day that I decided to go all feminist on the world with no fluffy protection was the day that the paparazzi  amazing bloggers at the conference decide to snap all kinds of pictures of me and put them all over the Internet. I can't say I blame them ....I mean I am Gor-geee-us...but still, I felt you needed an explanation from me in case you see my belly waving back at you on the next cover of Vogue. SO .....Basically what happened in Vegas...did not stay in Vegas again....

To see Internet porn of me ( in other words: me in a dress without a girdle click here). <<<<<This post is over at my "get low" ( because we got low) sister's blog: Full Figured Potential by Illsay Giselle



xoxoxo
The New Poster Child For the Feminist Movement